User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20150127172126

The sword just barely manages to pierce the thick breastplate, hitting flesh. The wildcat is left hanging in midair until his feet once more find ground, his own weapon forgotten as he holds all but the tip by his paws, keeping it from sinking into his chest deeper, his savage eyes staring directly into the otter's. With a pull, he wrenches the sword out of Sirinius' grasp and consequently out of his chest, tossing it aside. "Yaer goen ter wish Ah kilt ye sooner, rivaerd-" The spear suddenly slams into him from behind, the momentum driving it straight through his great body and out his chest, boring a hole through him. Several of the other fighters stop, turning to watch the great creature. The wildcat is standing, still staring at Sirinius as his paws clamp down over the length of the spear that went through his chest. With a fierce tug, he pulls it out of Malachi's paws, before slowly pulling it all the way through his body, blood forming upon his lips as he snarls in pain with each inch that goes past his opened flesh.

He drops the spear to the ground, spits at Sirinius, and crumples, landing heavily upon the otter. The wildcat manages one last whisper before death overtakes him...

"See... you in Hellgates..." A mouthful of warm blood spills down the otter's shoulder, and his foe goes still.

The remaining vermin upon the wall turn and charge for the wall, but only a few actually manage to make it, gripping the ropes in their paws and climbing down, as the archers backing them on the land below suddenly stop. Others are wrestled to the ground by the otters, while some are simply slain as they flee.

The big male Knifejaw hauls an unconsious ferret up by the scruff, binding the beast's paws behind its back. "Skip's requested prisoners."